#legend has a bad day and needs cuddles

[mothfables]

Legend sniffled. Today was awful. Everything hurt, and all he wanted was to lie down and sleep for as long as possible. Preferably wrapped in as many blankets as he could get his hands on. Hands that were currently shaking too hard to even set up his bedroll.

They’d stopped for the night, and Legend could hear the others getting ready for dinner. He sniffed again, giving up on his bedroll, and instead wrapped his arms around himself as he stumbled over to his brothers.

Twilight paused in his conversation with Warriors when Legend appeared and pressed himself against the rancher’s chest. The younger boy grasped at his shirt with shaking hands and Twilight didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around his brother. Then he lowered the both of them to the ground, holding Legend as he trembled.

“Shh, shh, I gotcha,” he murmured, running a gentle hand through soft pink hair. Legend hiccuped and pressed closer.

Suddenly he was dissolving into black particles and Twilight panicked, scrambling to grab onto him as the other hero shrunk before his eyes. He could hear his brothers shouting as Legend seemed to disappear before their eyes, then shocked silence when the twilight magic dispersed to reveal a small, pink rabbit.

“What in the goddesses’ name-” Wars exclaimed and Twilight chanced a glance upwards to see him gaping like a fish in a net.

“Don’t yell, yer gunna scare ‘im,” Twilight chastised quietly. He turned back to try to continue soothing his brother-turned-rabbit. Legend’s trembling had gotten worse and he hunched in on himself at the noise, making himself even smaller.

The rancher shushed and cooed, reaching forward to scoop up his brother’s tiny body and tuck it against his chest. Legend whined at the movement before giving a shaky sigh as Twilight ran a hand along his back. He tried to burrow into the pelt wrapped around the older hero’s shoulders, giving him an idea.

Shifting to hold Legend in one hand he pulled the pelt off and draped it over his lap. Then he lowered his brother down and wrapped him gently in the fur, creating a warm, protective bundle that the younger immediately huddled into.

Twilight continued to pet him; soft gentle strokes that made Legend shudder and sigh. The bunny in his lap shifted for a moment before settling and Twilight felt him go lax, trembling finally easing.

It was quiet for a few moments. Then Wars spoke up, his voice low and worried.

“...Is he alright? Does he need anything?” Twilight moved his gaze up from the bundle in his lap to find all of his brothers staring at him, worry and concern clear in their expressions. Sky subtly laid a hand on the Master Sword with a questioning tilt of his head. Twilight shook his head in return.

“Jist havin’ a bad day an’ needed sum comfort, s’all,” he replied. Sky nodded and the others relaxed, reassured their rancher had it handled.

Twilight would give his brother all the comfort he needed, no matter what form he was in or how long it took. As long as Legend needed him, he would be there.

[galactic-magick]

Are the hobbits good at sex? AKA hobbit whore hours

Features both x Reader and x canon headcanons. Special thanks to bestie @supremeleaderoofpoof for discussing all of this with me and listening to me talk about hobbits literally nonstop lol

Frodo:

No, he’s not. He will absolutely learn though.

I think he’d find it really difficult to be in the moment. He’d need a partner who’s very patient and willing to take the lead most times.

He would be very good about aftercare, though. He loves cuddling up after and reading a book together.

He’d like to take things slow, both in a relationship in general and with sex. I headcanon him as demisexual personally. Like I genuinely don’t think sex is on his mind most of the time until he has that super deep connection with someone.

He’d be a super good kisser though I think. He loves kissing.

With Samwise, he’d be a pillow princess lmao. As I will talk about later, Sam is a PRO so Frodo would not have to worry about a thing. Sam has no problem taking the lead and focusing on Frodo’s pleasure over his own.

Samwise:

I don’t think I have to explain anything but I will anyway. Sam is INSANELY good at sex. Like, he canonically had 13 children, okay? All I’m saying is Rosie was getting treated GOOD

LOVES oral. Mostly giving but also receiving. He’s so good with his mouth it’s unreal

He’d be so nervous at first, whether it’s his first time ever or just with a new partner, but once he gets the hang of it he’s so confident and passionate

Aftercare legend as well. Doesn’t matter how tired he is, he’ll wind down with you and make a nice meal and bath before falling asleep, although once he’s older and there’s a bunch of kids he might pass out but he doesn’t mean to lol

Merry:

I don’t know why but I get the vibe from Merry that he thinks he’s very good at flirting and sex but he is absolutely not. It’s not because he’s disrespectful or selfish or anything like that, he just lacks some social awareness and always embarrasses himself when he tries to flirt.

So no, he’s not good at it, but he could be taught. You’d have to guide him a lot and tell him exactly what you want him to do. He’s very good at following directions, he just doesn’t have the innate instinct of how to move or where to put his hands etc.

Once he gets better at it though, I think he could be a switch. In canon I feel like Estella Bolger probably pegs him and he loves it lol

He’s the type to fall asleep right after sex. He feels bad about not staying up for aftercare but he always tires himself out. He prefers morning and day sex for this reason, he’d love doing it as the sunshine streams in through the windows and he’d even be down to do it outside by the river.

Pippin:

I’m definitely biased because he’s my hobbit husband but I genuinely think he would be good. He’s a golden retriever lover boy at heart and would do everything he can to make his partner feel amazing.

Also really good at eating out. You’re his seventh meal of the day, okay? He lovesss oral.

Has crazy stamina. He’ll go for as many rounds as you’ll let him.

His dick is bigger than average for a hobbit. Not to the point of it being painful, but still. I think in general the Tooks are bigger than average because they have an ancestor who was super tall and there’s theories of them having elf ancestry as well.

He’s a complete cuddle bug, so aftercare is very cozy and lovey dovey. He likes skin to skin contact and singing you to sleep. He also canonically loves baths and will definitely splash you.

Bilbo (Hobbit Trilogy Version):

He’s not, but he does have a lot of knowledge about it. He loves his books, and I’m sure there’s at least some books in The Shire about how sex works. So he knows how to do everything in theory but not in practice, basically.

He’s a fast learner, though. He would get the hang of it pretty quickly and get better with time.

Doesn’t have much stamina though. One round and he’s satisfied usually. And then he just wants to hold you by the fire with some tea.

With Thorin, he’d be in for quite the adventure lol. I headcanon dwarves as the freakiest of all the Middle Earth races so Thorin would introduce him to things that were definitely not in his books.

That said, I think Bilbo would be open to some kinky stuff.

General hobbit headcanons about marriage and sex:

Sex is not a taboo topic whatsoever among hobbits. It’s considered a natural and normal part of life and it’s not censored in conversation. Hobbits value love, marriage, and children greatly, and there’s really no reason for it to be a big deal.

Hobbits do tend to be fairly traditional though in their relationships. They usually go through a courting stage when they’re interested in marriage, and usually don’t have sex until their wedding night. Nobody would be shunned or judged if they didn’t wait, it’s just not the norm.

Divorce is unheard of in the Shire mainly due to everyone taking their time to choose their partners and being super loyal and devoted. Absolutely no “I hate my wife/husband” jokes, couples are genuinely in love with each other, and any mistreatment of one’s partner would be detrimental to your reputation.

Nobody’s going to the marriage bed knowing nothing. Young hobbits coming of age are educated by their parents and older siblings generally, and it’s not considered weird to ask questions about it. Hobbits aren’t super medically advanced, but they’re at least familiar with the anatomy and how stuff works.

Hobbits love going down on their partners. It’s weird if one doesn’t, honestly.

Everyone has full bushes. Hobbits are very hairy and they’ve probably never even heard of a razor. Body hair is so normal for them. And yes it’s curly lol.

Their dicks are generally more girthy than long. Dick size isn’t really a topic of concern though, hobbits don’t really care about it.

Hobbits aren’t usually freaky or kinky. There’s some that are, but it’s not the norm. They are very very passionate though.

They are very affectionate and silly during sex, they don’t get super serious during it. It’s supposed to be fun and full of love. Lots of smiles and laughter more than screaming lol. It’s not a performance.

There’s no birth control in The Shire, so if you’re one of the rare hobbits that doesn’t want children you’re going to have to get real good at pulling out or tracking your cycle lmao

[wolfpackenthusiast]

Silly jealousy

Pairing : Jacob Black x reader

Warnings : none!!

Summary: user was once Bi and happened to get close with Leah Clearwater, remembering the fact reader was once bi, Jacob got a bit jealous!

Word count: 859+

A/N : ignoring spelling errors, if there are any lol. + Sorry if there’s any ooc stuff, lmk what i should work on if there is!!

Once you found out about Jacob imprinting on you, things have been different, or well, some things. Jacob and you were close as always, almost inseparable due to your bond, even if there was no imprint bond, you’d still be stuck together like magnets.

You two started dating, Jacob has been your best friend for as long as you can remember, not in any world would you think of seeing him romantically, but fate had different plans. Once you found out about the legends being true and everything (including the Jacob imprinting), Jacob was the one to comfort you when you had to take everything in, need alone time? He’ll go, need a friend? He’ll be there, need physical affection? He’ll be happy to hug and/or cuddle, you’re his imprint, he’d do anything for you, hell n’ back, and comfort is included, of course.

Once everything started to settle in and make sense, you spent more time with the pack, getting close with them all, you, Embry and Quil became a little trio to mess with Jacob sometimes, definitely a favorite thing to do when you all’re bored to death, it’s always fun seeing Jacob be annoyed, in a lighthearted manner, you’d all be in big trouble if he got mad, seriously mad.

And soon, Leah and Seth joined the pack, obviously, you were glad another girl would be around, unbeknownst of Leah, Sam and Emily’s history.

Obviously, you tried befriending her, walking up to her.

“Hey!!”

You said loudly, just enough for her to hear, she turned to look at you.

“Yes?”

“You’re Leah Clearwater, right? It’s so nice to have another girl around! I’m Y/N L/N.”

You spoke, Leah didn’t seem too fond on the idea of talking to you, having this cold look on her face as you spoke, you two were very, very different, clearly.

“nice to meet you, but i’m not interested in talking, go back to your loverboy.”

Leah spat, and walked away, you hadn’t done anything wrong or anything to upset her, did you?

“Fun isn’t she?”

Jacob asked, moving from behind you to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“..is she always like that?”

You asked, looking over at him.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Why?”

“Well.. she didn’t have much good history with Sam.”

Once he said that, yoy.. kind of understood, of course it had something to do with love, atleast, that’s what you were guessing.

“..what happened?”

“Well, long story short, while Sam and Leah were dating, Sam imprinted on Emily, he didn’t want to hurt leah, but emily was the one.”

“Ooh, that makes sense now.”

“Yeah, and thanks to wolf telepathy, we have to deal with that..”

“Must suck.”

“It really does.”

Ever since then, despite Leah’s attitude, you kept trying to befriend her, wether it was concersating with her while everyone was eating, following her around, etc, you just wanted to talk to her!

And one day, she caved

“Fine, i’ll be your friend,“

“Really?!”

“Yeah…”

You were OVERJOYED, finally!!

From then on, you got closer to Leah, trying to crack her tough shell, and it was working

You two spent loads of time together, around 5 of 7 week days, honestly, it was amazing, she was great company when you pass her tough exterior, and a great friend overall, but.. it was rubbing off on you and Jacob’s tome.. you obviously felt bad, but he’d be okay, right?

Wrong.

As time went by, you could notice Jacob become even more short tempered, if that was even possible. As well as watching you two constantly, like a hawk, you felt like his gaze burnt holes in the back of your head sometimes, scary.

Not to mention, he’s been giving Leah some glares, which was really odd, he’s never done that before, what’s with the sudden beef?

As it got worse, you decided to talk to him about it.

You walked up to him while at Emily’s it was just you two there since everyone else was out patrolling, and Emily was out buying groceries.

“Hey, you doin’ okay?”

You spoke up, moving so you were in front of him.

“No.”

“Why?”

He stayed silent at that, seemed to be debating on saying the truth or not.

“..we’re spending less time together, you’re always with Leah now, it’s so ahrd to find you alone anymore..”

He caved

“Jake… c’mon, y’know i’d always make time for you,”

“I know.”

“Then why’re you so upset about it?”

“…”

Quiet again.

“..y’know how you used to be Bi?”

Oh.

That makes a lot more sense

When you were around 13-14, you came out as Bisexual, even dated a girl or two , at the time, it wasn’r a big deal for Jacob, but now that you two’re dating, he couldn’t help but worry that girllover part of you was still there, despite the imprint bond, he’d always get jealous.

“C’mon Jake, that was in the past!”

He sighed

“I know i know, i still can’t help but worry though.”

You went up to him and hugged him, hos arms around you as well, like a reflex.

“You have nothing to worry about, i’m yours.”

You reassured him, squeezing him a bit tighter.

“I know, but even so.. just make more time for me, i feel left out y’know.”

“Okay okay, Monday, Wednesday, Friday?”

“Add Saturday and it’s a deal.”

“Fine, Saturday too.”

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

[1-800-local-slut]

Hello jenny honey. Could u pls do a storm from marvel rivals inspired reader for mark grayson . Literally queen with her king 🥰🥰

Hey sexy of course I can! These are gonna be short headcanons, because I have to get through a lot of other requests and I'm trying to stop them from piling up.

Mark Grayson x Black! Superpowered! Reader

Warningss: none, just a lot of fluff and good vibes

Notes: hi everyone! I'm sure we all know the legend herself, Storm but if anyone needs to know she has weather-based powers, along with some magic, she just has so many powers that I can't fit them all in here but she's actually so goated. Also you and Mark are in like third year of college so 20-21. Mark is still a drop out but you're still chasing that degree. We love an educated woman! Unless you didn't go to college, we still love y'all.

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⚡️Y'all are the couple. Period. The love you have is too mature to be just cute. It's deeper than just cute with y'all

⚡️You're a hottie, Mark was honestly humiliated by how much he liked you considering you ignored him at that bar you met in. The finest girl on Earth to be honest. Your white hair, the natural curve of your hips, the deep rich color of your dark brown skin, the way you walk with confidence, carry yourself with such magnitude. He's so down bad.

⚡️Mark loves flexing you. He's never not hype to say that you're his girl. He drops it as many times as he can into conversation when you first start going out.

"Yes, my girlfriend will have this item right here."

"My girlfriend will also have a coke with that."

"Oh, my girlfriend's not paying, just give me the bill."

⚡️You find it so amusing but honestly Mark doesn't care he's going to flex until the day he dies.

⚡️He does it so much it gets him distracted

"Mark we know she's your girlfriend, lets focus on surviving maybe?" Eve asked, rolling in the giant hamster ball that they somehow got trapped in.

"I'm just saying my girl would never let us get caught in something like this. She's so much smarter than me, I swear I'm not exaggerating. She's like...super smart."

⚡️If anything can make you feel better it's your boo.

⚡️When you're having a terrible day and dark clouds are brewing wherever you go, Mark always brings the sunshine out. He makes you smile, and I mean smile hard. He has you CHEESING. I mean it's randomly hot outside because of how much you love him and the Sun comes out in full force.

⚡️Sometimes it's not global warming it's just you laughing with your man

⚡️You two talk about each other all the time, your friends clown you. You say Mark's name all the time and your girlfriends clown you for it sometimes. And Mark is always getting shit on for flexing on you every ten seconds but neither of you care.

⚡️ You are his safe space. Mark endures a lot of pain. He goes through so much, and when he disappears for three weeks straight it means he's going to need some sweet loving when he gets back

⚡️You always have love for him. Always there to cuddle up with him, to affectionately pat his head, to plant kisses on his skin and whisper soft words in his ear to tell him how he's your man and the only man for you. You love him, you're not going anywhere

⚡️Mark can be goofy with you, he's silly as hell but he also knows something else. He knows that you tend to hold yourself to emotionally high standards. You keep yourself chill because you have too but Mark always gets you laughing. It's not on purpose, he just brings out joy in you by being his dorky self.

⚡️ You have a bad habit of letting the little stuff get you down. Mark will adjust to anything if it helps the situation.

You have a headache, now it's down pouring, and you feel really bad? There's nothing some advil and a good nap together can't fix.

You got pissed off by someone at work and a storm cloud followed you around no matter what? Mark is there with a soothing back rub and giving you a safe space to explain your emotions.

⚡️Mark loves sleeping beside you. He just likes having someone there, and you are the best someone in the world to him.

⚡️Mark likes to do your hair. You don't let him do it often because your hair is so important to you. You serve looks and body no matter what. You could shave your head bald right now and still serve looks so hard the Earthquakes. But you do love your white curls and strive to care for them.

⚡️However, the feeling of Mark touching you is so soothing. You've fallen asleep while he was gently detangling your hair, the feeling of his calloused fingers massaging oil into your scalp is like melatonin. The man has magic hands.

⚡️Since you two have started dating, he's been adopting little parts of you. You're a baddie, so you have some different requirements.

⚡️He has to carry your lip glosses and stains in his pockets, he holds the camera on his phone up for you to use as a mirror, keeps an eye out for any losers who think they have a chance and don't take Mark standing there as a sign to piss off, carries an umbrella with him everywhere. The normal stuff.

⚡️Something Mark loves about you is your maturity. You're a grown woman. You pay your rent on time, your car note is always paid, them utilities have never been turned off on you, and your credit score is better than Mark's entire future. He's used to being with girls who are still a little childish (this is not Amber slander, never gonna hate on my girl) so he likes that about you. It's different but he loves it.

⚡️You're teaching him how to stand on his own two feet as an adult. You have loving parents of course, but you're at that age where you're starting your own life. Mark has never been on his own. He's always had to be responsible for everyone but never really learned how to be responsible for himself.

⚡️Mark wasn't perfect when you two met (you weren't either) but that's part of a relationship. Helping each other grow. Mark eventually starts feeling frustrated about his life. He has a steady income but it's hard.

⚡️He feels a bit like a loser sometimes. His friends have cars, drivers' licenses, can shop for their own groceries, are shopping for apartments. Even getting pets. Mark is 20, dropped out of college, Oliver is old enough now where he isn't even purple anymore, he's still doing the same thing he was at 18. Dropping his life to save other lives.

⚡️You notice his little funk, so you decide to step in because if there's one thing you gon do it's take care of yours. You call him up one day and tell him you're thinking of moving. Your real estate agent is gonna come by and show you around some places, he should come with you.

⚡️You said this while putting up new pictures in your apartment by the way, you aren't moving anywhere. But you fly over and pick up Mark. You two walk around looking at all these apartments while Mark skeptically tries to figure out what's wrong with your apartment for you to suddenly move.

"This looks just like your old apartment without the balcony. Why are you moving again?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you moving?"

"Oh you know. Just a change of pace. Moving my life forward. Hey, look at this! There's a washer and dryer in here."

"Right."

⚡️He's suspicious by the third apartment. Mainly because he knows he just helped you put a new dresser in your bedroom and buying new furniture for your old apartment isn't exactly 'moving my life forward' behavior. However, he can't say he doesn't appreciate you.

⚡️But he is gonna bait you into confessing. Later that night when you're eating pizza in your apartment.

He's lighting a candle on your coffee table while you put down coasters for your drinks before he clears his throat, interrupting the ambience of the show in the back ground

"So, babe."

"Yes baby?"

"I'm...I'm feeling a bit bummed."

You stop, looking at him with concern. You put down your paper plate, before propping your body on the couch with your elbow on the top of the couch. You rest your head on your palm, using your free hand to touch his hand that rested on his thigh.

"Why?"

He sighed, leaning back in the couch and letting his head dramatically fall backwards.

"You're about to be on your second apartment. I still live with my mom. My full-time job is being Invincible, but you're about to graduate. And you know maybe school wasn't for me but I still don't want to live at home forever. I just wish I had someone to show me what to do."

Meanwhile you're looking like you're about to burst. He sits silently before you sigh and drop your shoulders.

"Okay. We weren't apartment shopping for me today. We were kind of apartment shopping for you today. And I know you didn't ask but I hate seeing you in such a slump. I just want you to...you know maybe start your own life. I'm a superhero too but I have a life. You can afford it. You can't really do the same stuff you can from living at home. You can't get crazy drunk, you can't really come and go as you please. And you need to learn how to take care of yourself! Like laundry, and bills and grocery shopping-"

Before he's placing a hand over yours. He stops your ramble before you can explain till your face turns blue.

"Thank you."

⚡️It's full steam ahead from there. You don't believe in babying men, but Mark wants this. He wants to be his own person. Sometimes he needs a little help but eventually he gets the hang of balancing being an adult and being Invincible. And no, you don't let him move in with you.

"But we could save on rent!"

"And probably break up from you fucking up basic house chores. Baby you need to learn to live on your own. You're a great man already but you need to be a capable one. You've never been on your own but now you have too."

You scolded while shoving his tired face away off your lap and tap on the screen of his laptop for him to go back to viewing apartments.

⚡️Mark loves that you think before you act. You two love each other so much that you'd jump at being around him all the time. But you think it through. You aren't here to baby a man. You aren't here to hold him down. And you aren't going too either. Mark appreciates you so much and appreciates how you're helping him live his life. Without you he would've been too scared to start.

⚡️When he does get an apartment, you get him a nice plant as a house warming gift. You help him unpack and you two spend the rest of the night eating chic-fil-a on his living room floor and listening to him figure out what comes next.

⚡️Mark's your biggest fan! He's at your graduation front and center. He's hype, he's recording, he's wearing a matching outfit with whatever you have under your robe.

⚡️Oh he's a good cook by the way. Hell, he can make the best bowl of cereal in the world.

⚡️On a side note, public perception of you two is a bit funny. You're well known in your field of choice. You're a smart, independent, successful young woman with a bright future ahead. And Mark's your boyfriend who as far as anyone knows is unemployed, lives in an apartment who everyone assumes is paid for by his parents and does essentially nothing all day. They're wrong but you can't tell your coworkers that

⚡️The short answer you give when asked about him is 'he makes me happy'. That's enough for anyone. As it should be, because who are they to be in your business?

⚡️You two are a powerful, loving couple. As superheroes and as regular people. Very much girl boss x male wife but the male wife is just as strong. You two are very much a perfect match. You show Mark how to take life seriously. Not just his life as Invincible but to take his life as Mark Grayson seriously. He's always there to support you no matter what.

⚡️It's real mature love around here y'all.

(I'm randomly tempted to write a one shot about you adopting a cat and the two of you taking care of it together. That's all. Goodbye!)

[sapphicseasapphire]

Chain as Cryptids au: Huggability

My back hurts, have some comfort! Characters are ranked by who gives the best hugs to the worst hugs, and a little bit of an explanation!

(Under the cut because long)

1. Sky

Do I really need to explain myself? He’s Sky. He’s the softest, sweetest, most cuddly hero to ever exist and we love him for that. He’s kind of known for taking a random hero into his arms, wrapping his mighty wings around them, and then flopping onto the ground and falling asleep. He’s just. So soft. His wings? So warm. Every hero- even Legend, who’s pretty touch averse- would kill to be wrapped up in his crimson feathers. (Eh, except maybe Time. At first). He has a knack for finding whichever Link needs a hug the most and seeking them out.

2. Twilight:

This guy? Is extremely gentle. He’s so incredibly strong but also so incredibly soft. His Hylian hugs are second only to Sky’s, but he also had the added bonus of being a Shapeshifter! One moment, he’s got a Link all wrapped up in his arms and the next, he’s a purring cat on their lap. A wolf wrapped protectively around them. Warm and cuddly and always so careful. Gotta love Twilight.

3. Suprisingly (?), Legend:

Legend’s pretty touch averse most of the time. But when people need him, he’s there. He has so much love in his heart that he keeps bottled up. He has experience, and he has a knack for reading people. He knows exactly what they need.

4. Wind:

Little big brother. He’s surprisingly good at comforting the others and when he wants to be, he’s biggest cuddle bug in the world (second only to Sky, I guess haha). He’s really good at curling up and holding on tight, and he definitely 100% uses his younger age to his advantage. You wouldn’t tell the child to let go, right? You wouldn’t tell the child to get up. Even though, in reality, he’s comforting them more than they’re comforting him. He lets them think that they’re being the strong ones- it’s his little trick haha.

5. Hyrule:

Little guy. His hugs are always warm and gentle since he’s absolutely buzzing with magic. Fairy magic is inherently healing, so even if he’s not actively casting spells, the others are affected by his Good Vibes when they hug him! Having a bad day? Not anymore, Hyrule won’t let it happen. (Disclaimer: when he’s in his True Form, the two inch tall fairy, it isn’t wise for the others to try to hug him. Unless they’re Four and are also two inches tall.)

6. Ravio:

TOUCH STARVED BABY!!! GIVE HIM A HUG!!! Ravio is so eager to be affectionate haha! He kind of jumps directly on top of Legend like all the time, and when be hugs people, be squeezes them tightly as if he’s making up for lost time. While this is comforting to some, it might catch others off guard. I think he should be tied with Hyrule and Four but that’s not how these things work haha.

7. Four:

Four’s hugs are good hugs! They would be higher up on the list if it weren’t for their horns getting in the way. Sky’s go-to move is to rest his chin on peoples’ heads when he cuddles, but the top of Four’s head is deadly. Because they’re shorter than almost everyone in the Chain, the horns will get in the way. It’s no problem! The others can work around them! But they are gonna knock them down a few points. Sorry, Four.

8. Time:

This man. This God. Is so incredibly bad at being social. He’s awkward and not very good at reading social cues. And that’s not because he’s not mortal, it’s because he was raised by a tree. He’s not sure when it’s appropriate to hug the other Links (he’s more confident with Malon and his children), so he just tends to leave them alone. His philosophy, in this and in everything, is that if he gives them space, they’ll eventually come to him. That’s… not always correct. His hugs have great potential- he’s big and gentle- but he can’t give good hugs if he doesn’t give hugs.

9. Wild:

Wild doesn’t really… hug. He’ll sit next to a Link and flop against them. He’ll lean. But he doesn’t quite understand to wrap his arms around, and he doesn’t respond well to someone wrapping their arms around him, feeling trapped. So the leaning is about as close as they’re gonna get haha! And that’s perfectly fine! He’s not heavy (like at all) but he is warm (absolutely buzzing with spirit magic), so he’s always a welcome snuggle buddy. Just as long as he doesn’t try to steal their things while he’s half on top of them haha!

10. Warriors:

I’m sorry, I truly am. He’s a sword. He doesn’t do hugs. And even if he did, his physical form is metallic. Cold and hard and just about the least comforting ever. I love the guy, but this just isn’t his strong suit.

[crazylittlejester]

I'm having a really shitty day, do you have any fluffy headcanons of the modern au Links? It doesn't have to be anyone in particular, I love them all (sorry if this is demanding, you can ignore this if you want to /gen)

i gotchu anon, im sorry to hear your day hasn’t been going well i hope you feel better 💙💙💙

- Twi is strong enough to hold (for brief periods of time at least) all of the dogs on the ranch, none of them are too heavy for him, so if they’re in the mood to be “lap dogs”, he can absolutely hold and cuddle them. Wolfie in particular loves to be held, and Twi will carry that dog around like a puppy because he loves him so so so so much and he gives him so many kisses and talks to him like a toddler. and Wolfie is obsessed with every second of it

- when War isn’t feeling good, mentally or physically, he’ll flop face down on his floor and his cat Tara will come sit by him and rub her head against his jaw until he picks her up and goes to his bed. Sometimes when its more of a mental health bad day he’ll call Wild and Wild will come over and make sure he eats something and just be there near him for as long as he needs (War does the same for him when he needs it)

- Sky loves to carve little birds for his girlfriend but he’ll also make little goats for Twi and little cats for War. Both of the boys have all the little figures Sky has made them on their desks so they can look at them

- Sky stress bakes because cooking is something that makes him feel calm and happy, so whenever he’s stressed out their apartment smells INCREDIBLE, and then he feels better by the end of it AND theres a delicious meal. Sometimes he’ll end up making more food than he, Twi, and War can reasonably eat so they’ll invite Legend and Hyrule up

- War’s cat Milo has a love for kitchen counters and so when Sky’s cooking and Milo is inevitably on the damn counter, Sky will call him “Chef” and say things like “Well we have to get the milk now, Chef Milo” as if the cat is going to help him open the fridge. Sky also sings/hums to himself as he cooks and Will end up singing/humming to the cat

- Twi goes through some pretty low lows with his mental health and sometimes he doesn’t have the energy to speak, but he’ll come silently sit next to War or Sky somewhere in the apartment and thats how the others know he’s looking for a little extra love so War will usually give him a cat to hold and they’ll watch a movie

- Every time War slips on a patch of ice on the pavement Twi makes fun of him because “mr world champion figure skater slips on patch of ice” will never NOT be funny to him, and War will hit/kick at his ankles until he falls down too

- Groose will sometimes send Sky texts like “haha fuck you, you loser, i caught this really cool ass bug and you dont have one of these” and Sky, out of sheer spite, will drop literally everything he is doing, go to the city park, and search for a cooler looking bug so he can respond with “FUCK YOU” and a 0.5 of whatever bug he found. This has gotten him out of bed on days where he was too depressed to move, this has made him go outside and walk around when he really REALLY needed it, because somehow Groose always knows when a good 30 minutes of looking in the dirt for bugs will be good for Sky and he always feels better afterwards

- War took Sky and Twilight skating once, led them both out into the middle of the rink, and then sped away, leaving both of them in varying degrees of distress. Sky was able to figure things out and get back to the edge, but Twi just stood there like a baby deer on a frozen pond (if either of them expressed being GENUINELY upset and scared, War would’ve gotten them immediately)

- Every so often they’ll have “sleepovers” where they all drag their shit into either War’s bedroom or the living room and watch movies until they fall asleep together on the floor/War’s bed. The cats join them every time

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Title: Harmless Games (Went to My Head) Fandom: Linked Universe Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Category: Gen Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Cia (Legend of Zelda), Minish | Picori Characters (Legend of Zelda) Status: complete Additional Tags: No Smut, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Sky (Linked Universe), Protective Time (Linked Universe), Protective Four (Linked Universe), Hurt Four (Linked Universe), Four (Linked Universe)-centric, Four (Linked Universe) Needs a Hug, Four (Linked Universe) Has a Bad Time, Good Sibling Four (Linked Universe), Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied Mind Rape, Cia (Legend of Zelda) Is Her Own Warning, Platonic Cuddling, Platonic Male/Male Relationships, Hopeful Ending, Self-Sacrifice, Victim Blaming, Four Stans Come Get Y'alls Juice

Summary:

“I’m sorry, Four,” Sky said sorrowfully, wiping at his leaking nose with a handkerchief yet again. “I would go myself, but-” “Like hell you would,” Four retorted, gently pushing his brother back down into the pillows. “You are staying right there until you can at least walk to one end of the hallway and back without passing out. I can deal with Mistress Cia for a few days on my own, no problem.” Bloodshot, royal blue eyes gazed pitifully up at him. “But you shouldn’t have to.” “Is what it is, Sky. If it’ll give you a break, I don’t mind it.” And he didn’t, truly. He leaned in and briefly pressed his forehead into Sky’s burning temple as the older aspect shivered and trembled like a leaf against him, even bundled in three layers of blankets. “Just focus on resting, okay?” (or: In an AU where the dark witch Cia obsessively crafts intricate artificial humans made of magic in the hopes of perfectly recreating her lost love, her littlest plaything is forced to to make a terrible choice.)

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*emerges from my frenetic fugue state dazed and confused* What day is it?

[leffee]

What's one thing you think the pets would find most attractive (physical feature, quirk, something personality wise, ect.)

Oh, I will repeat myself but for Vinnie it's for sure being tall and/or muscular. Which is good because basically everyone is taller than him, but the taller and more muscular the better. Also, he's attracted to the color blue, guess why, bet you can't. I could yap and yap about him, but I'll just add one more thing - when someone is really touchy with others, well, him mostly. Oh yeah? You wanna touch him? Why? ;) There's a higher chance they will give him a hug or something without him needing to initiate it or ask for it

For Minka it's when someone is energetic like her. She finds it really attractive when someone matcher her energy. And I really mean matches, as in is on the same level as her or even higher. She wants to do everything with them and in a perfect world it'd be someone who is happy with it all and initiates other such activities as well.

What Pepper finds most attractive is when someone is gentle with her, sorta treating her like she's made out of porcelaine. There's just something so lovely about it, because in big part because of her own self-presentation and all it's just not how most treat her (I mean it not in a bad way, she's just more of a "bruh" kinda girl not "tehee :3"). So if someone treats her in this gentle way? Oh my~. She also is attracted whenever hearing someone else laugh at her jokes, so kinda to laughter, I suppose. She likes when someone laughs a lot. Yes, big part of it is due to her crush on Captain Cuddles, could you tell

For Zoe it's a widly understood success. She loves when a person has a lot of accomplishements behind them, something to show off. It can be anything really, but bonus points if it's something public so other people know about that person and their stuff too. In a good way that is. Weird considering she ends up with 6 losers. Okay, maybe not all 6 of them are losers like that, but there's Vinnie there so ya know.

For Russell it's when someone has a wide arrange of skills, especially if they're something he himself is not that good at and just someone who has some practical life experience. This way they can complete each other and everything will be done perfectly :D. Plus, he won't have to worry if he's out of the game for a while or two because they can take care of everything instead, for their and his sake.

When it comes to Penny I agree with her whole thing with her crush on Mr. Vonfuzzlebutt - she likes the strong, quiet type. She likes when a person is big, just in general, so she can feel small and dainty compared to them. But then again I think she would like smaller people too cause omg so precious and she needs to protect them! Anyway, she also likes when someone is protective themselves. She really can find anything attractive as long as it belongs to a decent human being.

The man, the legend, Sunil! What he finds most attractive is when someone is romantic. Yeah. Not what I mentioned here for her, but kinda like Zoe. Likes it when someone is all flirty, withonly him that is, as well as teases him. And when someone is kinda obsessed over him? Oh boy. You know how Vinnie freaks out whenever Sunil is not there? I headcanon he had no idea that he's like that. But then one day the rest of his friends tell him something like "Sunil, you have no idea how unstable Vinnie is without you because you never see it. He screams, yells, destroys, has murdrous intents, basically everyone is scared to be around him." And they all think Sunil would be petrified but he is actually like "Wait, really? That's kind of... attractive 😏. Could you record him the next time it happens?" and the rest of them are just "????".

[kuramassss]

Hello! I saw you wanna write something with LeBlanc from League of Legends!

Can I request LeBlanc x affectionate female reader?

What would her reaction be to innocent hand holding, hugs and little kisses? Do you think she likes cuddles? :3

Sending u so much love!

First of all, thank you so much for the request, means alot. Second, sorry if this isn't good or if have some english erros, was literally the first request i did!

LEBLANC X AFFECTIONATE FEMALE READER

Leblanc always saw you like an rare diamond, that only HER can have or touch, she's a busy woman, but always find some little time to expend with you.

She also likes you because of your persistance, you took so much time to conquer her, that even she admire it.

in the beggining, she thought of you...like, a distraction from work and all the pain of dealing with that dumbs Noxus generals her have to make meetings ever week.

After sometime trying day after day, you manage to mealt her cold old heart, now, she likes to cuddle with you, even let you sleep on her lap.

She lived most of her life, in an veeery old an luxury temple/palace somewhere hide of everyone, only you knew it where it is, when she needed someone to got there, she sends a guide, most of they, being students of the Black Rose.

Her let you very free on the palace, in her mind, was funny, almost...cute, she can say, see you discovering and being all curious around the old objects of the palace, you always runs to her and asks if she knew the object history.

This day, was something between 19:30 or 20PM, you stayed home because of a fight that ended...very bad on your job, Leblanc other side, had to go to her reunions of week.

And...was simple as it looks, you got bored very fast, wasn't explained by her, but she is VERY old, much, much more than you, even more than Noxus herself.

you always explored all the rooms on palace, reading, touching etc.

But there's one room, that she said with every word to you not enter.

And guess what? That day you decided to get there...

Scared that can be coming back from work, you go fast, but step by step still, and there you were in front of the big wood door.

You open it and got inside, was...amazing, all the walls was filled with blood red color, the objects made of gold, almost like a noble live there. the room was a little dark, still, you manage to saw a little lighting on a wood table, that was filled with weird objects and alot of papers that some has the same level of weird drawns.

The moment you decided to look what was write on one of the papers...BAM! The door closed suddenly, and the little lighting you was using was vanished by darkness, not just this, you got grabbed by big golden chains.

They grabbed your neck, body, legs and hands.

The thing about LB, is that, she always two steps ahead of everyone, she ALWAYS know what people are thinking....and she includes you.

you hearded, that laugh...that iconic voice you knew soo well.

But everything was so dark, you barely can see a thing.

Leblanc- Oh, look what the bird gave me, hm~

She said looking to you that was in air holded by the chains, you, still cannot see her, only hear.

Was then, you felt, her cold, and too hot hands on your face, she brings you to her level, but still on chains, now you was able to see her face very close, her black nails and hands on your cheek.

-Love, i swear i wasn't-

She cuts you with a wave of her hand, making some kind of a gold tape that covers your mouth.

Then, she speaks again...

-I thought i was very clear, little bird, when i said to not enter here, well...now, you gonna have to face the consequences of your choices, aren't you?

She says passing her hands on your hair, and after that she snaps her finger and you got teleport to the bedroom, some seconds later, you started to pass out. Your vision starts to get dark, the last thing you saw, was her, removing her cloak.

[cannibal-nightmares]

Lost With You

Viktor has a bad pain day that Jayce helps him through. Jayce considers their present and future together. Set sometime in the middle of season one.

Arcane (League of Legends) - Jayce x Viktor (SFW) // whump, sickfic, fluff, chronic pain, non-verbal Viktor, medication, bathtub cuddles, discussion of losing a loved one, domestic, angst

Word count: 3,777 -- [AO3 link] -- [Viktor Spotify playlist]

Something about a winter’s chill in the air made drifting light seem crystalline upon morning’s wake. Jayce gently raised his eyes to the tall window parallel to his side of the bed, noting the beautiful shade of slate gray of the sky, flickering with a jolt of blue as a Hexgate out of frame powered up, activated, and sighed to rest again. Every glance outside was a reminder that they were on a path to something great and greater still; as quickly as their ideas collaborated and conjoined, there were never any telling signs as to what would come to their minds–and, consequently, the reality of their lives–next. With a small grin of childlike wonder, Jayce put his hand out behind him to search the sheets for his partner, rolling over to find his usual space empty.

A beat, and the councilman sat up with only a slight start. It wasn’t unlike Viktor to get up early on his days of study and projects, but, disoriented, Jayce had to take a moment to figure out what the date was. Was it the weekend? After instances of very clear overwork, Jayce–with the crowbar-help of Viktor’s doctors, of course–had convinced his partner that days off were just as necessary as the days kept over a grindstone. They were both fully aware of how “time wasted” frustrated and frightened Viktor, but with some persuasion of simply suggesting spending time together convinced him enough to take a day or two off every week. This eased Jayce’s mind from picturing his lover collapsed in the lab again.

Talis slipped on the t-shirt that was draped over the headboard and threw his bare feet to the cold floor, padding curiously to search the dead-silent condominium. Delicate steps through the darkening hallway, and Jayce peered around the corridor into the living area to find Viktor sitting propped up in the close corner of the couch under a light but functionally warm blanket.

“Hey,” Jayce spoke softly as to not startle him. He met his fingertips to Viktor’s shoulder. “What are you doing out here?”

Viktor was barely awake as much as he was barely asleep, so the gesture didn’t take much to stir him.

“Hm?” He hummed, dazed. “‘Couldn’t sleep. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“You didn’t sleep much the night before, either.” Jayce got down on his knee to convey his intended demeanor. His partner’s voice, too, was so low he had to focus hard to understand him clearly. He tenderly held the hand that peeked out from under the throw, which was warm with sweat.

Viktor closed his eyes, resisting a furrow, and let out the smallest of faux-amused huffs. “The cold weather is not treating me kindly.”

He didn’t have to speak. There were enough signs for Jayce to know exactly what was going on.

“Let me get you your medicine. Have you had it yet?” Talis wanted to react with haste, both to get his beloved exactly what he needed as soon as he possibly could get it, but also to hide the glimmer of concern he was all too aware was growing across his face. He knew, too, that sudden movements should remain out of the equation; Jayce took his time in standing upright again, taking a single step towards the kitchen.

“No,” Viktor’s gaze fluttered open again in the smallest of panic. “No, it needs to be taken with food–” He started to protest, but conjured a coughing fit, which he had to sit up to stifle with his arm and meticulous breaths. He paused, waiting, and sank ever-so-slowly back into the sofa.

“On second thought,” his small voice returned, “maybe that would be a good idea…”

There was not much Jayce could say to comfort him, and he tried to keep his heart together, regarding. Before walking away, he leaned from his height to kiss him on the forehead, his hand meeting the brave scientist’s jaw caressingly.

Viktor gently took his wrist for a moment before it could slink away. “Could you add some naproxen to my cocktail?” He chuffed with a half-attempt at reassurance.

“Of course. Just take it easy. I’ll be back with everything you need.”

Jayce passed into the kitchen, retrieving and sitting out a mild-flavored protein shake and began preparing an ice bath for a washcloth. It didn’t matter how many bad days they had together, his hands were still trembling as he flipped on the stove to heat a warm water bottle. Viktor asking for specific medication paired with the careful ways he was moving meant he undoubtedly had a migraine, often brought on by his already excruciating pain, and loop: Body pain meant headache meant more body pain. Jayce didn’t know soldiers who would put up with the torment that his lover did, but Viktor would not hear of it. He did not like to be praised and cooed over for something he had to endure. What he couldn’t see, though, was himself in the picture of his work; in other words, Viktor saw his completed projects and his name on their patents–he acknowledged the hours put in, but couldn’t consider the inherent physical struggle it took him to even make it to his workbench every day. No one could tell if it was pride or selflessness in this variant of supposed ignorance.

“We're going to get you right.” Jayce said with a hopeful smile. He rolled a standing lap table to the couch, set with a plate of plain bread slices, a rinse cup of several differently coloured capsules, a pre-opened protein shake, and a glass of water. In tow with Jayce was a bowl of ice water and a small towel over his shoulder.

Viktor utilized familiar microexpressions to express a more genuine appreciation than his voice allowed. He would have normally made some sort of argument or joke, but he now did not think to move.

“Thank you, Jayce.”

“Are you able to comfortably sit up?” Talis almost felt his words falter in his throat as he asked the question.

A slow exhale, and Viktor gestured from under the blanket for Jayce to gently pull it off of him. Anyone who has experienced a migraine before would know that even such a forgiving instance of touch like that felt like fire and ice picks all at the same time. He put his hands behind and underneath him, redistributing his weight to move his legs off the sofa, but he unintentionally drew in a sharp and raspy groan in response.

He was done putting up a facade.

Jayce took care in sitting next to him–hardly even on the edge of the cushions–being mindful, too, of the walking crutch that was revealed to have been lying next to Viktor.

“Tell me about your current pain. Let me help you.” Steady now, Jayce.

Viktor managed a hand to cover his brow. He couldn’t afford to cry, trying to prevent it from exacerbating the panging in his head he was pretending not to have in the first place. Without looking up to him, he reached out his other hand to meet the side of Jayce’s neck. His palms were hot with fever, yet he was very obviously holding back shivers. The contact shattered Jayce’s attempt at a calm demeanor of his own and his jaw went weak with surprise. Regardless, he knew his lover well enough to understand what he was trying to convey.

“Okay,” he started, becoming teary-eyed, “it’s okay, I’ve got you.”

Jayce doused the towel in the ice water and rang it out, bringing one firm hand to Viktor’s shoulder and dabbed the chilly washcloth with the other to the side of his cheek.

“Zmrd!” (pron. “zmehrt”) He hissed and winced, but let go of his strained countenance as fast as it had arrived.

“I know, I know,” Jayce hushed. He honed his focus on the task at hand, surely what the man in front of him did every day. How did he do this every day?

Eventually, Viktor let the arm holding his shielding fingers go limp to the couch, breathing in deep concentrated breaths of the scent of his caretaker. If you had asked him a year ago, there was no one Viktor would have allowed himself to be this vulnerable around, but his trust in his friend-become-high-councilor-become-lover far surpassed his ability to shade his ever-raging illness. He felt a shard of guilt in his chest, but quickly knew Jayce would have shut it down with any mention of it. They loved each other, after all. It’s what people did. Right?

The headache ebbed in waves, and it took a great deal of concentration to get the timing right to do anything without feeling like there were fingernails on chalkboards from the inside of your skull. This was all, of course, entirely disregarding the usual and incessant ache in Viktor’s leg and spine–he tried to pass it by himself as “the usual business,” but the migraine was only making it all worse. He had been honest from the start: The winter weather has always been a notorious catalyst for pain.

As the current wave momentarily subsided, shivering took its place. Jayce noticed immediately, and scrapped his previous considerations for being cautious about haste and paced across the room to start up the fireplace. When he turned back around after several beats, he felt a twinge of relief to see Viktor taking sips from his glass–albeit, that of which a hummingbird could have competed with.

“Is this melatonin in my medicine cup?” He tried to humorously tsk. The more tired he was, the thicker his accent paralleled.

"I figured we could cover all our bases." Jayce’s statement was genuine, but didn't expect to be called out on it. He hoped he hadn't offended him in some way.

"Probably best thinking." Viktor said shortly. Simply by the way he ended his sentence, it was obvious he was intently keeping his remarks brief. He used his current energy to his advantage by downing the capsules as quickly as he could, although generally uncomfortable, unable to maintain holding his water glass in tandem.

Jayce gracefully rushed over in one movement to help him. Once complete, he returned to patting the cool towel to his partner’s forehead.

“Don’t you have a council meeting today?” Viktor side-eyed him with the tiniest of smirks.

So it was Friday, afterall. Jayce shook his head. “They’ll have to have it another day. This is more important.” A realization made him sit upright from his task and tilt his head to search the man’s avoiding gaze. “You’ve never missed a day of work before. As much as I am proud of you for staying home, what is different this time?”

Viktor reached for and hesitantly fiddled with the shake on the tray. “Let’s just say vomiting from pain isn't in highest regards for productivity.” At first he chuffed at his own remark, but a sort of angry emptiness took over the shine in his eyes. He brought the bottle to his lips but sipped so minutely it seemed like nothing was happening at all.

“How long has it been like this?”

“Enough with the interrogation.” He gritted.

“I’m serious, Viktor.” Jayce held his ground sternly. “If there’s anything we can tell your doctors that may be relevant to your care–”

“There is no ‘we’ in this, Jayce.” He met his eyes with a familiar fury. “What is happening to me and my body is up to my discretion. Pity and dead-end medicine is not how I want to spend my time.” He took just a second to hear his own words and corrected himself. “Today is a setback shorter than what someone might force me into, otherwise.”

Talis held his tongue, taken aback. The message was received. As Viktor untensed with a concealed exhaustion, Jayce traded the cloth between his hands and swept hair out of his partner’s face.

“I would never let anyone make you do something you didn’t want, even if I didn’t understand.” It ached him to add the latter words. “It’s your fight, yes, but I will always be in your corner rooting for you.”

Viktor closed his eyes and nodded smally. “I should know this.” Upon calmly opening his heavy lids again, he continued. “I am sorry for snapping at you.” A quiet and deliberate inhale, and he leaned his weight into Jayce’s shoulder, gripping at his own right thigh to prevent it from acting up with the movement.

“I know.” He sighed with a reassuring smile. “There’s no need to apologize. I know.” The councilman took bread from the plate and brought it to Viktor’s free hand. “Here. Eat a little more while I draw you a bath.”

Surprised, he lit up. “A bath? You know how I don’t like to be babied.”

“We all deserve to be babied sometimes.” Jayce grinned as he repeated the wording. He rubbed Vik’s back before gently standing and stepping off into the other room.

Truthfully, Jayce was terrified, and, strides away, the fear that he hid exploded to his unwitnessed face. Would he really let Viktor make his own decisions to the bitter end? Talis wondered just how far he would let it get before inevitably needing to intervene. Viktor was stubborn, but was today proof of some reasonable leniency towards himself? Jayce fought against the thought–like many-a-loved one might, he considered–that hard love would one day need to be pressed against his will. While Viktor fought a battle against his illness, Jayce held a burning ember of wits. He had to give over his lover his own difficult choices, even if that decided his fate. It was his life, afterall. As much as they wanted there to be, there really was no tangible concept of “we” in the circumstance. One day too soon he would lose his Viktor.

The bath had been drawn, warmness steaming the room along with an alluring aroma of calming lavender. Jayce lost himself in the white clouds and rippling water, skating his fingers back and forth over its surface. He snapped himself out of it when he heard his partner coughing  down the hall, becoming attentive again and collecting himself.

“Fallen asleep yet?” Jayce light-heartedly joked as he returned to the living room.

“Hm,” Viktor muttered with an ever-so-slight pep in his voice now that only someone close to him could notice. “Not quite.”

Talis delicately picked up the shake bottle to feel what of it remained, but once he observed that there was still about half of it left, he noted he had no idea how to suggest to his patient to drink more of it without stepping on his toes. The boundary lines were blurring, he dared to realize, in Viktor’s times of struggle.

“Your bath awaits you, sir.” Jayce playfully extended a strong hand gallantly to his partner, provoking a chuckle. Some of the medicines in his cocktail–his words–were rather fast-acting and were already apparent to be helping.

Or so they thought.

Viktor swung his crutch over his lap and took a deep breath before committing to hoist himself up. Jayce stepped near to guide him, and it was with good timing, too, as Viktor’s leg gave out from under him and he shouted in what Talis wasn’t sure was surprise or pain, if not both. Jayce caught him under the other arm; vertigo seemed to have clobbered him over the head on his right side, and Vik leaned hard into his walking stick whilst accidentally grabbing onto the back of his lover’s shirt.

“Are you alright?” Jayce asked with his hand firmly to Viktor’s collar, keeping him generally upright.

“Yes, sorry, I–” he hesitated. He was startled by the timidness in his own voice. “I just felt dizzy all of a sudden.”

“It’s what I’m here for.” Jayce lended his confidence to him while he nodded away his instinct to search the man’s eyes at any sight of concern.

Viktor accepted his help into the bathroom, where he ended up leaning his crutch against the wall and slipped himself out of his sweat-soaked shirt; Jayce hovered his hands around his waist to ensure his balance. Before sitting on the edge of the tub to remove his pajama bottoms, he gave an unshy eye to his talisman.

“Will you be joining me?”

Jayce was immediately flushed. “Would you– Are you offering?”

“Well, you didn’t let me finish what I was saying earlier. I am grateful it is you I have to baby me.”

Boldness was not out of character for Viktor, but his advances always managed to surprise. Jayce copied him in taking off his own clothes and what followed were gestures of non-verbal planning in how they were both going to fit comfortably–and safely–in the tub. Talis stepped in and guided Viktor by his hands which he put his weight into with full faith; as Jayce sat down in the water, Vik led with his good knee and his shoulder into his partner’s chest to keep from slipping. They giggled about how silly it was for the both of them to be in the bath together, and, for just a moment, they forgot the whole reason why they were doing this in the first place.

Tiredness was then quick to hit Viktor–be it the comfort of his partner, the soothing water, or his medicines–and he sunk all of his weight and trust into Jayce’s arms. The pain in his hip seemed to dissolve in the warmth.

“You didn’t put any bubbles in.” He quietly joked.

Talis scoffed at the comment, amused. “I’ll try to do better next time, your highness.”

Viktor held back a few coughs as the floral oils stung his throat momentarily, to which Jayce rubbed his shoulder in reassurance as his body shook. After it steadied, he stared closely at the water. There was something particular about being so close to someone whilst not able to look them in the eye and resting on his stomach made him feel like a lost boat at sea. Jayce hummed a familiar song in his ear:

“Dear friend across the river My hands are cold and bare Dear friend across the river I'll take what you can spare I ask of you a penny My fortune it will be I ask you without envy We raised almighty towers Our homes are built of stone So come across the river And find the world below…”

“I don’t think you’re the one supposed to be singing that song.” Viktor slurred teasingly.

Jayce only grinned and hid his face in Viktor’s hair. They both knew he was reciting a familiar tune for the sole purpose of being comforting. It was kind of surprising he knew all the words. Half-awake, Viktor’s expression melted into a genuine but darker quandering.

“How much do you think about what little time we have left?”

Though Viktor couldn’t see it, Jayce shook his head, taking a glance to the ceiling and anxiously to the wall with the thought.

“Simultaneously not as much as I should and far too much entirely.”

They shared a silent moment of listening to their echoing breaths against the porcelain.

“I’m not going to insult you by asking how often you think about it.” Jayce dared to say honestly.

“I try to not make expectations of an otherwise predictable ending.”

They were both painfully aware of the intense reservations the great scientist had towards his fate and what progress on his work he’d make before the matter. It drove him mad. Even though Viktor writhed to readjust how he was resting, sleep was becoming more and more inviting.

“I am so lucky to have you. I wish I could return that luck to you.” He murmured.

“Nonsense. You already have.”

It would have been easy to assume that even a loving partner would have had to grasp for straws in an exchange like this, but Jayce’s dismissal was true. Viktor taught Jayce appropriate patience–when to wait and when to demand more. He taught him persistence and skillful haste; empathy and hard love. He showed him a new value in hard work and attention to detail–how to expect nothing nearing mediocrity. Jayce’s work as a councilman and inventor, alike, wouldn’t have achieved their levels of greatness without his partner’s collaborations and  perspective. Above all, though, Viktor taught Talis the grace it took to simply be human, whether he was aware of it or not.

They eventually lost track of time, and Jayce only figured it was time to get out by the cooling temperature of the water and the pruning of their fingertips. By this point, Viktor was snoozing deeply on the rise and fall of Jayce’s rhythmic breath and he was slightly worried about attempting to move him, though kind of curious to find out just soundly he was asleep. He was unfortunately notorious for all-nighters and early mornings, so Jayce knew any amount of rest was going to do a world of good for him in one way or another.

As quiet as one could be getting out of the water, Jayce adjusted his body to snake his arm under his loved one’s knees and stood with one near-effortless motion. He stepped carefully over the tub wall and around the corner into their bedroom, lying Viktor’s frame on his side of the bed where the sheets were already pulled back from earlier that morning. Jayce swiftly changed into the clothes he had left in the bathroom and respectfully covered Viktor’s lower half with a soft towel, despite being partners; he wasn’t going to attempt to dress him with his tender leg in mind. He brought the sheets and a duvet to his neck then fetched the rolling table and warm water bottle from before, sneaking it under his partner’s thigh. Finally–Jayce sighed with relief–he set a chair next to the bed and laid a cool damp cloth on Viktor’s forehead.

Coming to a rest in the chair, Jayce took Viktor’s hand. There was no way he could convince him to believe the same, but he almost considered for just a moment that it wouldn’t have even mattered if the walls of Piltover came crumbling down in that very instant. What mattered was the spark they cared for in each other and the efforts they reasonably made for their people, which is already what they pressed forward to do. Time would continue on with or without them, the infallible rule. It was perfect.

Viktor was perfect.

[AO3 link] -- [Viktor Spotify playlist]

[hel-phoenyx]

28) Vacation / Falling in love

Kaizarz and Skuld belong to @corneille-but-not-the-author, Meili to @azeler, Domhildr to @soupedepates and Oli to @thal-ent

He noticed, didn't he ? I saw his eyes when Skuld went towards me. I know her feelings are obvious, she doesn't try to hide them from him at all. Mine, I thought were well hidden. Hidden enough.

I don't know if the whole Sylphe bullshit broke the fragile seal of secret I put on my own heart or if it was never there in the first place. I only know that once again, I've hurt him.

I feel like it's the only thing I do.

Shouldn't think that way. Probably. I need to be happy, too. I guess.

But it shouldn't have to be at his own expense.

Not this time.

I don't know how to express my feelings. I have no right to. My life is not mine to live. It has been his since that fateful day. I don't want to give him a gift that will only be poisoned.

So I bury everything in my heart and just take a book from my stash.

One line particularly resonates, written in inkan by a writer that knew, maybe, people like me would read it.

I'm sorry I loved you first.

Sun is shining high in the sky, surprisingly considering I'm annoyed as hell. I guess I have better control of my powers since I stepped on that boat. That's good. We wouldn't want another seastorm.

Though, I would rather see rain by know. Because the sun makes Domhildr more daring. Yesterday she attempted to prove that she could jump in the ocean and get back at the sheer force of her wings only. Today she's trying to one-up the dragonfish that is swimming next to our boat.

Dragonfish are peaceful creatures. They're only seen in deep sea, and until today I thought they were limited to Krakeni waters. They won't mistake Domhildr as prey, even though she is quite tiny.

Nonetheless this is a really stupid move.

Yesterday Kaizarz stopped her with the powers of cuddle. Today he's nowhere to be found. So I have to catch her by the neck to stop her from jumping.

She screeches and insults me in the way I know it's only for playing. Each bad word is full of a fondness I only find in her voice.

The kind of fondness that brings a smile to my face.

Oli is once again in the sky. Since they got their wings back they're always flying, high, higher, the highest. Sometimes I think they almost reached the sun. Maybe they did. They're the only one the sun kissed after all.

I should feel jealous, or guilty of that jealousy, but the only thought in my head is affection. They look so free up there. Free of the burdens that chain me up, free of the weight of our sins. Free to love and be loved.

I've heard about how they managed to get an "I love you" from none other than the current estnothi king. They told me they didn't know if they loved him back the same way, but were happy with that nonetheless. Both of them.

I envy them for loving so freely.

I too want to love like that. Without chains and pain.

I want to love them like they deserve to be loved.

Meili is not out of bed since long, but he already looks so much better than when we left Sylphe. That's good. He's still haunted, still crippled, but that I understand. I may have wished for the end of that venomous present so badly, getting back my hand only to lose it was not a pleasant experience. And he has no reason to want his burns back. Or does he ?

I don't know. But as he doesn't ask, I won't. I know better. He will talk in time. maybe with me, or Kaizarz, or Domhildr and Oli, who knows.

Today we're just sitting on the deck, both of us with a book in hand. He's reading a report on the current situation in Shabbatai, and I indulge myself in a legend from that country. Obtained by very different means, and very different topics, but both of us wanted the same thing. Familiarize with our environment.

It's rare, that we just sit there and enjoy each other's company. Both of us are not the kind to see people for the sake of seeing people. Once, in another life, we would have fought, for the title of the King's best knight. Said title still belongs to none.

We don't have the energy to fight anymore, nor to talk. We just sits here in a comfortable silence.

He's the only one that makes me think silence is enough.

I get back to my cabin when the sun sets. I've eaten, I've talked, I smiled, and now I need respite. Alone time with a book and maybe a bottle of booze. Alone with my guilt.

But alone time seems to not be the plan. Because I hear my door opening and a blonde silhouette enters the room with a sly smile. I've fallen in love with that smile and tried, failed to hide it, and don't know if I want to hide anymore.

She deserves so much better that a relationship we will have to hide, with someone that won't give her his full heart because the one she's supposed to marry, that loves her dearly, holds the biggest part. She deserves better than a coward who hurts people trying to make things right. She deserves better than me.

Yet it's me she wants. Me, and our conversations full of sarcasm and teasing, back-and-forth like always. Me, and just talking about something else than duty and future. Me, and the comfort of being able to share all of our secrets.

I don't think I know hers, but she knows mine, and that is enough for me.

I shouldn't be wanting her. I shouldn't be needing her.

But I need this.

Maybe I needed that vacation.

Maybe I needed to see that those people I have distanced myself in so long, that were so persistent having me in their life, in their own way still could love someone like me.

Maybe I just needed the sun in my face and the sound of waves in my ears, muffled by laughing and enthusiastic talking and the occasional order from Valentina that I still can't pinpoint the exact goal.

Maybe falling in love is not only a source of pain and sorrow, with people I won't ever be able to reach.

Maybe I just need to learn to love life.

[bunnysdaydreams]

My Personal Head Canons for these Characters

Part 1: Apex Legends 1/2

Mirage

I personally believe that Mirage would sport some piercings

Two lobe piercings on his right ear and one on his left

He would also have one eyebrow piercing on his right eyebrow

He would have a tattoo, but he doesn’t really like flaunting it

It’s a dedication to him and his family

It would be five moons going up on the inside of his forearm

A Full Moon to represent his oldest brother Rodger, a Waning Crescent moon to represent Elon, a First Quarter moon to represent himself, a Waxing Gibbous moon to represent Ricky, and a New Moon to represent Evelyn

He likes to wear baggy hoodies with cool graphic designs on them and a nice pair of jeans

When times get hard and he needs a little break..or just to slow down his racing thoughts, he does an edible

He hates the idea of smoking but he likes the effect of marijuana

Mirage may be a goof ball, but he hates when women get beat

Holds a lot of respect for women because he was raised by an amazing woman

The only time he’d get really angry is if someone deliberately destroyed his bar

It’s a real family heirloom that he will protect with the rest of his life

Even though he and Crypto can get into minor arguments he goes to Crypto for a listening ear

He also has a very special Nessie that Wattson gave to him in case he has a panic attack

Panic attacks are a rare occurrence that plagues Elliotts mind

The only one who truly knows about Elliott’s attacks is Gibraltar

Crypto

So our lovely hacker has a tongue piercing, it’s purple and has soft spikes

That’s the only piercing he wanted

He usually wears thick hipster glasses when he’s completely alone in his room

He, like Elliott, loves baggy hoodies

Especially when it covers his hands…he likes to have paws

His favorite bottoms are basketball shorts or cargo shorts…and skinny jeans

He has a tuxedo cat named Bond, after James Bond

Technically Mila is the one who found the cat, but Taejoon fell in love with the cat

He’s an insomniac, his normal hours of sleep is 5 hours, but when his insomnia is bad he only gets 2.5 hours of sleep

He secretly likes when Mirage comes to him when he needs a shoulder to lean on

He knows certain legends secrets that he would never speak about

Like how Wraith likes to steal a certain soldiers jacket or how he always manages to hear lifeline grabbing a slice of New Castles red velvet cake

The only person he likes talking to besides Natalie and Elliott is Seer

He likes to sit in Obi’s room and sketch in his sketch pad while the other dances to calming music

Taejoon can get sensory overloaded to the point where he pushes everyone away a hides under his blankets

Even though he pushes everyone away there is one person who cuddles him and helps him with his overload

Dr. Mary Sommers has a soft spot for the younger Korean man

She’s the only one that he could never truly get upset at

Octane

This man has major ADHD

If he has to listen to something that he is not interested in his mind wonders to his next stunt

He has a bunch of fidget toys that he keeps on him if he has to slow down

His favorite type of fidget toy is an infinity cube, he likes to flip the pieces

All of his wardrobe consists of shorts and crop tops

He does have a couple of jackets that have the sleeves ripped off

He has a pair dragon wings that rest on his upper pecs and even though his favorite color is green he chose to get them purple

The purple is for Ajay

At times he gets phantom pains where his legs used to be, on those days he tends to get quieter and less energetic

He has a major crush on Seer but doesn’t have the guts to tell him

Rampart likes to tease Octavio about his “man crush” and loves making inappropriate jokes about both of them

Octane has a giant sweet tooth and has a knack for caramel candies

50 percent of the time Octane will be in the kitchen making delicious treats with Gibraltar

When Octane gets impatient waiting for the desserts to finish baking Gibraltar gives him a task

Which is to find the chocolate candy bar that is hidden in the pantry

When in reality Gibraltar has the candy bar in his pocket, by the time Octane is done looking for the candy the dessert is done baking

But being the gentle giant Gibraltar is he still gives Octavio the candy bar

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

10k Masterlist

angels choking on their halos (ao3) - aliciaxadrienne michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: Fame and notoriety mean nothing when the dead are coming back to life. Or; the zombie apocalypse happens at the worst possible time and things go haywire.

are we something to each other (or are we just blowing smoke?) (ao3) - bellawritess michael/ashton, luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: A startled laugh escapes Michael, and he gently pushes against Ashton’s chest, though his hand lingers as if for a moment he considers holding Ashton in place instead. “You’re lame. And you’re not kissing me like that in front of your friends. I’m a respectable fake boyfriend, I don’t believe in gratuitous PDA.”

A Sanctified Starling (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know why humans were so fascinated by stories of things that could kill them. If it posed impending doom, humans spread it around. Then again, it was more than likely a trait passed down from the hunter-gatherer years.

“Regardless of if it’s a legend, you still need to be careful in unwatched areas. Murderers come in all forms.”

The cold bastard locked eyes with Ashton.

“Very true, Michael. How thoughtful of you to look after our Nobleman. Sometimes danger could be lurking right beneath your nose.”

(or Ashton is a grumpy old vampire who agrees to go on an adventure with his nemesis, where the run into the prettiest of undead discoveries)

Come Thru (ao3) - bitchnluke luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Luke was used to being a playboy bunny, and he loved the pampered life of a playboy bunny. So yeah, you could say he was a spoilt brat. One day, his daddy tells him he is no longer his daddy, and that he has a new one. That his new daddy was the CEO of playboy bunny, which happened to be the owners nephew, Ashton Irwin. His old daddy tells him to go make Ashton loosen up and have fun.

dancing with the demons (holy spirit, holy spirit) (ao3) - softirwin michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: “You’re kind of a shitty demon,” he tells Calum, who scowls.

“Fuck you,” he says. “You’re kind of a shitty angel.”

“Oh, dude, I know,” Michael agrees.

-

angel/demon au

Domestic Cuddles (ao3) - antisocialhood luke/ashton N/R, 10k

Summary: Luke’s cold and he wants Ashton to cuddle.

(or, Luke wants Ashton in more than one way, and what Luke wants, Luke gets)

if you’re going to san francisco (ao3) - HeyHeyArnold, mukelftv ot4 M, 10k

Summary: In 1970s San Francisco, a rally brings together four somewhat unlikely friends. This is their story.

I need you to stay (ao3) - CutesyMe michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 10k

Summary: Apparently his parents have found a ‘perfect’ boy for him now, and apparently they expected him to woo this boy, win his heart over and marry him. Whether he liked him or not. How was that possible? It was the fucking 21st century and he was living in a country where he had rights. How can his parents arrange a marriage for him? This wasn’t Pakistan or India. He couldn’t believe that was happening, especially right after he met that cute red haired guy, and had lost him instantly but that wasn’t the point.

‘I wasn’t expecting that’ (ao3) - Forbiddenmichael calum/ashton G, 10k

Summary: when Calum and Ashton have waited for there soul mate tattoos for so long and what they get isn’t what either of them expected. they aren’t what each other expected either…

let me love you - @sup3rbloom​ (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a rockstar with a troubled past. He’s struggling with an alcohol addiction and a career that’s going downhill, but Calum isn’t giving up on him. Calum suggests Luke a fake boyfriend to help keep the bad press away. That’s where Ashton comes in, Ashton who is an embodiment of sunshine. Luke’s hesitant due to his failed past relationships, but he agrees, because he knows this is what he needs to save his career.

never know what you’ve got until it’s gone - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) calum/ashton, michael/luke G, 10k

Summary: Ashton’s had the biggest crush on Calum Hood since forever. Luke knew this. He only had the best of intentions when he brought up Ashton’s crush to Calum. He never thought about Ashton potentially finding out.

over and under (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum E, 10k

Summary: “We really need to stop doing this.”

“I know.”

Luke says he won’t do this again.

They both agree they won’t do this again when they’re dressed, in Luke’s living room and not his bedroom, when Calum’s about to leave to see his other friends and Luke’s going to the studio to write.

It’s easy to agree not to do it again when Calum’s not touching him.

Something Better (ao3) - notonguexwithbutt michael/luke M, 10k

Summary: “It’s like Luke is trying to say so many things with one look and somehow Michael is understanding them all. Or is he? Because to him it looks like Luke is saying ‘push me up against a wall and fuck me’ or maybe it’s something more like 'do something, I dare you.’ Or maybe Michael’s just really turned on by the sight of his best friend covered in sweat and staring at him with dark, dilated eyes.”

Luke gets his wisdom teeth removed and feels quite affectionate and honest in the haze of his anesthesia. Later, he’s embarrassed about the things he confessed to Michael, so Michael does what he can to even out the field.

The Day the World Ended (ao3) - insomniacwriter17 ot4 T, 10k

Summary: “Reports state that people are experiencing incredibly high fevers, intense pain all over the body, and a state of delirium. Government officials have issued a warning: if you feel ill, seek medical attention immediately. If you do not feel ill, stay inside if at all possible and make sure to wash your hands often.”

there’s no need to run and hide (when the world leaves a scar) (ao3) -haveufoundwhaturlookingfor luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 10k

Summary: Luke is a new intern, and he gets along with pretty much everyone he works with. Well, everyone except for Ashton Irwin. Ashton is cold, and doesn’t give him the time of day. Certain events keep on bringing the two together whether they like it or not, and eventually, Luke finds out why Ashton is so cold.

Tinder Boy (ao3) - boomercal luke/calum N/R, 10k

Summary: After a few fateful swipes Luke and Calum ended up hooking up from Tinder, then they went their separate ways… at least they tried to.

two can play that game (but you win me every time) (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: When Calum tells people he works at IKEA, people tend to respond enthusiastically. Some of them joke, did you have to learn Swedish?, or make a crack about the meatballs. Some of them ask how many marriages he’s seen end amongst the aisles. Basically, everyone turns into a comedian the moment Calum mentions his job.

wait for me in the sky (ao3) - galacticsugar luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: Calum and Luke sit next to each other on a long flight.

wanna share? - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/luke T, 10k

Summary: Ashton supposes this is what he gets, though, for allowing the school to drop a random roommate in with him but he still expected to see the guy at least a little during the day

or, the one where Calum and Ashton are college roommates who only see each other at night.

you’ve got stars, they’re in your eyes (ao3) - lifewasradical luke/calum T, 10k

Summary: Calum leaves 5 Seconds of Summer.

[kyrodo]

As for Red and Choskey goes, I do have a limit for the amount of time I spend in a day doing stuff by myself. Moreso now that I actually can spend time with other people in the first place thanks in large part to vrchat. Red for whatever reason even back then I... don't enjoy spending time with that much usually. Borderlands he just goes off and dies a lot. Sea of thieves he gets us all killed for pvp practice. Apex Legends he gets us killed. Planetside for a good long while was the ONLY game he would play with me regularly. And I don't enjoy planetside pretty much at all. I had little hope for it when I just jumped in back when we lived in fallbrook. Even after getting a bunch of stuff and understanding the game more my impressions did not improve much. That's not good.

And my creativity as far as things to do when we go out is very limited. Red doesn't initiate lewd things and isn't very good at it when we do. Red doesn't allow us to cuddle during the day or when he's going to sleep so the only possible time to do so is in the morning during a day he doesn't go to work or when he's planning to be late. And while it'd be great if we slept at the same times, I do like having some wind down time to myself before I do, and I like staying up late.

So we have a lot of problems. When it's good it's good. We joke around a lot in the shower. It's just not good very often. Red only has at most an hour or two to do anything recreational with me before he's done for the day.

I don't know if anything will change for Choskey once he starts working but uh... I'm a little less in denial that things weren't the greatest for a while between me and Red. Not bad enough to want to get out and not good enough to want to keep things the way they are. I was doing better than those couples that argue a lot or yell/cuss if that's worth anything. But we have different issues. We don't know how to spend time together. Red lives a workaholic life and wants to engage in ambitious and inventive projects on the side but I've never developed a taste for it. So he's also missing a few things I can't really provide.

And my attention span when he talks dwindles after he talks for a solid 20 minutes straight about the same topic, usually work, and I've seen him talk with Marcus. He could go on for a couple of hours. I can't do that. I would be waiting to resume whatever I was playing, and if I completely married myself to Red's sleep schedule, he would tell me it's time to sleep and I would be kinda mad my last few hours I could have spent playing something just got pissed away and I'm being told to sleep. It was bad enough with the several hours we spent at the grocery store, that he forced me along since I am dependent on his driving.

He's less likely to do that now and recognizes doing such things is not enjoyable for me. And I definitely don't like having my sleep schedule determined by someone else. I absolutely need that time to myself before going to sleep, especially to post stuff like this or talk to stalkers and crushes apparently. I don't like having my sleep time fixed or under someone else's thumb generally.

And then there's Choskey which from a gaming standpoint much easier to find time to do things together, much more variety of things to do together, and talking with him isn't nearly as tiring if at all. Like for whatever reason the kinds of topics and the kinds of things Red talks about or the way he talks about it or the low level comedy he has when he's poking fun at things (potty humor, repetitive jokes that are hyper cringe) or the viciously spiteful things he enjoys watching like videos of people shitting on flat earthers or videos of police chases or cars eating shit. I don't enjoy those things even remotely. I don't enjoy getting stressed out because he's stressed out audibly while driving, and I can't spot all the drivers he's paying attention to. I don't have 360 vision like he does.

Kitsunary as mentioned before has her own problems, but at least we can play anything whatsoever.

Vrchat gave me brownie, beastner, Choskey, cattucino, light, there's bitt's groups, there's khnfucats in vrchat and mayu's, there's other people related to Choskey or beastner that we've played with. Choskey spends so much time with me. I am the beating social heart of discordant discourse now. Choskey notices people like brownie and cattucino show up specifically because of me. And in vrc people like mad mittens, denso and busker the cat visit me. And nearly every time I'm around their friends or I'm in any public lobby more people seem to make their way into my friends list because I'm being cute.

That is phenomenal. I've needed this for so long.I can't overstress enough that I desperately needed something like this. A place to make friends, a place to be social, be cute, hang out with people, play games, plan out things to do. And Choskey is the cornerstone of all of that. Choskey is who allowed me to be comfortable in vrchat, get this avatar, and now one of my lovers. I do enjoy talking to him more than Red. Cause usually it's about school or about fun things and funny videos or much lighter topics overall than Red's. Or about the future.

And Choskey is a natural need. I didn't just fall in love with him because of the cute avatar or because we hanged out a lot, I needed Choskey. My unconscious mind knew I needed Choskey. Especially once I realized we could talk for hours well until the sun comes up which we did many times. I needed Choskey so much and it's been such a long time coming that I got denied from once when Ronnie was still a possibility.

I've needed this. Somebody who would not only spend time with me better and be easier to talk to, but also help keep me and Red together too. He's always trying to get me and Red to spend more time together. And while even for Red for a while it was shameful to admit that we needed someone like Choskey in our life, things have gotten a lot better even for him because of Choskey. And he's growing into it extremely well now. He's loving me more because of him.

And socially it works out because I have the greatest range of interaction when I can express affection as well. I don't do very well when it comes to public speaking. Like if I were to try to pull off the same kind of funny speech dunkey has, or do any kind of impressions, like I can't do that. I can't come up with topics. I can't do the same kinds of things other people do with their regular friends. So if I could be affectionate with whuffy or cat noises like I do with Red, it becomes much easier to have a good time with someone even when I have nothing to say. And that is also partly why I wanted a third person in our relationship. Red and I have antics that we can do that I can't do with anyone else and that cuts off a massive amount of my social interaction when Red isn't there. Unless I were to do something similar with someone else. And that's also why I need Choskey. I've spent so much time with Red and I've been so reliant on him for anything social that I know my way around that type of social dynamic better than a normal one.

Ronnie was a predeveloped poorly thought out interest to solve a problem that we've had for eons. But Choskey fits us much better than he ever would have. And we are old. So it also works out that I am not robbing some younger adult's early years of their adulthood to be part of our relationship. It's a win-win even without you making me an enemy. If I hadn't suffered major damage and grew so mature afterwards I'm not sure if I ever would have been ready for someone like Choskey to enter our lives, so that is the only thing I have to thank you for.

The poise I have now, the easy way I can talk whenever we're talking about anything deep. The way I keep to myself these days on twitter. It's because I was deeply emotionally wounded and healed that I am able to talk so fluently and be so readily accepting. I am not the same angsty dynamite that I used to be. I can be so angry and so furious off stage in the backwaters where Choskey and Red can't see, but you know full well that it is deserved. You were extremely unlucky to meet me before you hurt me. Things would have been very different in the present with me fully learned and fully grown, whether things end well for you or not.

And I know how your shit works. I know the angrier I get the more you validate your hate. There is nothing easier to gratify than a group who's chosen a target. But I stopped caring the moment you broke into my life uninvited. Nothing will ever change the fact that my crimes were forgiveable and yours were not.

I aimed to be more mature because it is the one battlefield you couldn't even set foot on. The one place you can't even reach me.

And yeah I get that my relationship issues are not ideal from a traditional standpoint, whether it's a gay one or not. Most people would just stick with one and leave it at that by standard. And most people wouldn't want to be the one that disturbs that in any way. There are reasons to be cautious around me. But some people are not content to leave it at that. Enemies are enemies, whether the true reasons are trivial or not, the hate can wish for more.

[haitaniapologist]

TAKE ME TO CHURCH.

pairings — shiba taiju x fem!reader.

warnings — NSFW SO MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON'T INTERACT, spoilers of tokyo revengers chapter 260, soft s*x, fing*ring, yn has catholic parents, h*resies, tummy b*lge, size k*nk, use of the term princess and kitten, finger s*cking, fwb dynamic, a little bit of angst.

word count — 2k

notes — this happened bc im home bc of covid and because taiju was so dawn fine on this chapter. this is not fair to me and my poor heart. also shoutout to @1900-aria my beautiful twin who heard me simping for taiju all day.

you’ve been friends with the shiba siblings for three years, but you never saw taiju as beaten up as he was. not even when his gang was overthrown by toman on christmas night — that day, he was more emotionally wounded than physically. that time, you didn’t know what to do, only hugging him when he climbed up your window and jumped on your bed as if he weighed nothing. you two weren’t even in a relationship — and you still didn’t know if you were — and you were afraid to touch him, treating him as a wounded dog. 

in some sort of way, he was. 

so, that night, you just hugged him until he fell asleep on top of you. taiju didn’t want treatment for the few injuries he had, and you were an inexperienced teenager — the only thing you could do was keep his head against your chest and let him show a bit of vulnerability to you. at morning, he left your house as if nothing happened, leaving your heart heavy and clouded with bad emotions, only to have hope revived inside of it when he returned at midnight, that time holding you against his chest. 

and so the cycle began. 

now, however, taiju sat quietly on your bed, his uniform’s shirt long discarded — you were sure he left it at the train tracks, but he said he lost it on the “way” to your house — legs opened to accommodate you between his strong thighs. your small hand was holding his jaw, to angle his head so it would be easier to clean his bruises, the other holding a piece of cloth with antiseptic to make sure he wouldn’t need to visit a hospital. you couldn’t help but notice how more lively he seemed, how happier he looked in contrast to the first day he climbed up to your room. 

you were quiet now, basking in the comfortable silence that was instilled between you two, but you managed to extract from him what happened — he fought with two legendary members of the black dragons and he won, and toman won over kanto manji and detroned sano manjiro. you couldn’t care less about gang life, but if it made taiju happy, you were happy hanagaki takemichi won. you still laughed thinking about him, remembering the crush yuzuha had on the boy after the christmas’ incident — but what happened that day was what brought you and taiju closer, so you had to thank the boy, probably. 

“why the smile, princess?” you hated how his words had such an affect on your body, shivers running down your spine and a blush creeping to your cheeks. 

“just admiring my handwork.” it wasn’t a total lie. you were trying to see if there weren't any spots that you left unattained, or if he had more bruises than you thought — but you were also admiring him, because you never saw taiju as bloody or beaten as he was. if he won against legends, did that mean he was a legend too? maybe he could put that on his resume to find a job. “i think you’re all cleaned up, big guy.” knowing taiju since childhood had its perkys, such as calling him nicknames and not being chastised by it — and he only hummed, eyes hooded with something you couldn’t comprehend. 

you were used to the routine of cleaning him up. after you were finished, taiju would let you go so you could discard properly the cotton clothes and store again the antiseptic in your bathroom, then you would find laying down on your bed and you would cuddle with him until he woke up, his warmth in your sheets the only proof that he had spent the night with him. 

however, this time, his hands found their place on your hips, bringing your body impossible closer to his, his body warmth and scent making you dizzy. to not fall onto his body, your fingers grabbed his shoulders so you could steady yourself after the initial shock of having such a routine disturbed.

no words were exchanged between you two, only taiju’s lips crashing up on yours, and you knew — it was his way to show vulnerability. something must’ve happened on the train tracks for him to feel this way, for him to want something that happened only when both of you were needy or sad. sex with taiju was never laced with love as you thought it would be. for a devoted catholic like himself, you thought he would be guarding himself until marriage — but he always sought you off when he needed to relieve himself, as you did with him. 

it wasn’t a healthy relationship. you two weren’t just friends anymore, but you weren’t also lovers, even though he always whispered sweet nothing in your ear while his cock was splitting you open. nothing he said was true, and even though your heart shattered every time you woke up with bruises along your body and his cum between your legs, you couldn’t stop yourself. 

taiju was addictive, almost as if he was your salvation, the only thing that could save you from the gray and dull adult life, and you would gladly fall to your knees to get it.  

still with your lips glued to his, you pushed taiju until his back hit your mattress and you were straddling him, clothed pussy on top of his semi hard cock. a hiss escaped his lips, and you smirked, leaning down to pamper his face and neck his kisses, while his hands, that once were on your hips, grabbed the flesh of your ass to make friction between your clothed sexes. 

you never saw him being so vocal during intimate times, but you weren’t complaining. the grunts and huffs coming from his mouth only prompted you to rub yourself harder against him, core tightening and orgasm building up inside you, while your lips were sucking and biting in the flesh of his neck. however, as you felt in the brick of ecstasy, your positions were inverted — you were now on your back, taiju between your legs and a dangerous look on his face. 

“you had your fun, princess, now it is my time.” as soon as the words left his mouth, your pajama’s shorts and panties were ripped from your body, eliciting a moan from coming out of your mouth. you were always surprised with taiju’s strength, and you knew a new pair of pajamas and a new set of comfortable lingerie would be delivered to your house tomorrow. he could rip as many pieces of cloth he wanted with you. 

you opened your mouth to accommodate two fingers of his, sucking and wetting them with your saliva, a faint line of the juice connecting you to his hand when taiju deemed his fingers wet enough to enter your pussy. he did it without warning, cock twitching at the sound that left your mouth. you were like a siren, making him wanting to jump in a sea full of monsters only to be close to you — but would you be accepting of his love like that? would you let your light be tainted with his darkness?

but such thoughts were ripped from his mind as soon as your little fingers pushed his head against your pussy, fingers already massaging your gummy walls, and he understood what you wanted. his tongue started to encircle your puffy clit, sucking and applying pressure on the bundle of nerves, your sounds being muffled by your mouth — your parents were sleeping in a few rooms down where you were, and if they knew their little and perfect daughter was being corrupted by a man they deemed to be of god, you were sure they would make sure your life was a living hell. 

yet a loud whimper left your mouth when your high crashed down, and taiju chuckled — you were a minx, weren’t you? almost as if you were eve and he was adam, but your body was the apple instead. but he was willing to betray god or deny him as much as he could so he could have you between his arms. 

he didn’t give you much time to recompose yourself before his belt was hitting the ground and his cock was entering your warm walls. taiju stayed a few minutes still, wanting you to adjust to his length inside you — he knew how big he was, and god forbid him from hurting you. he wanted you to feel as good as he felt inside you, but his patience was growing thin seeing the outline of his dick in your belly. you were still with your eyes closed, but taiju knew you could feel it too, and not only from his hand pressing down on it. 

before he could say something, though, your little whimpers broke the silence. 

“t-tai, please, move.” you pleaded, eyes now full open and hand gripping his fingers. he only nodded — he did anything for you. 

he started to thrust in and out of you, careful to not make any sounds that would alarm your parents a sinful act was happening inside your room. but the sound of his skin slapping against yours was addicting to him, as well as the way your pussy was welcoming his length. a loud moan came from your mouth and he smirked. “are you feeling good, princess?” it was a rhetorical question and taiju knew it, but he wanted the words coming from your mouth. 

you didn’t hesitate to answer. “yes! oh god, you’re so big and you’re m-making me feel so f-full!” he didn’t care about the pain on his chest or how tired he felt after the fight, not when you were whispering such words to him. taiju knew he needed to make you his right now — or else someday you would slip between his fingers like the sand castles from his siblings he used to smash when they were little. 

“i do?” his smirk only grew wider at your nods and whimpers. “then tell me this pussy belongs to me. that you belong to me.” you knew he was closer by the erranct pace of his hips, and by the way his thumb messily rubbed your clit — but your mind was so clouded with only him that you couldn’t comprehend his words properly. 

“i’m yours, i’ve always been yours! just like you’re mine.” you almost growled, nails scratching his back as if you were a cat trying to mark her owner to make everyone know he was out of limits. because he was, and taiju knew that too — but he was a coward to not say that out loud.

he paused, and you whimpered, big hand cupping your cheek. you would be the death of him, nuzzling your face on his hand like it was a warm blanket. “is my kitten being territorial?” you pouted, which earned from him a chuckle and you gripped his forearms, bringing his body closer to yours. “i’m all yours, y/n, you don’t need to worry.” he finished his promise with a peck on your lips.

you could only nod, eyes rolling back when he started to toy with your clit once more and his thrusts grew faster and deeper, and you swore you could feel him in your throat. you came around his cock as soon as he pinched your puffy and swollen bud, tears falling from your eyes and chest rising and falling because of how fast your breathing was. taiju followed you, filling you to the brim with his cum, head falling on your chest. 

your hands were in his hair and he sighed, still inside you. but your heart was heavy after you processed his words — was he saying the truth? did he really mean what he said, that you belonged to him and him to you? did he even believe what you were saying or did he think it was just mindless babbling? 

“i love you.” he whispered against the skin of your clavicule, sucking on it to mark you as well — but he already ruined you to any other man that wasn’t himself, your pussy molded to the outline of his cock. 

you smiled. 

“i love you too, taiju.” 

maybe you didn’t need to worry, after all. he was yours as you were his. always had been.